From one's own diminished absence which at morning sings.
The climbing sun it comes,
and at night and as for those of us for whom day goes away.
By your dawn I lift each misty covered yellow veil.
When by the moon light it when filled up comes to brief.
Woman with much grief I had to slow in hast withdraw.
With no good bye when I came you heard my hello said and.
Because even from the center of the saddest heart.
Sweetheart where each time that you are rescued from my sting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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